The half-life of my life is no life at all.
To wit: success has fit me like a shroud
O you fox
What mischief are you up to now

Maybe a picnic we'll have a blast
Digging little roads on the side of
the hill dry humping in the grass

All we had to do was catch bus
number 2 now we sleep on the couch
cats eat out of our mouths
Should have knelt, should have prayed
Should never have stayed
Now we've come undone
Man howdy We jumped into a Canyon.

Of reefer smoke and reckless thrills
and the wild love
of boys and girls.